Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poor Thing

So an old friend from high school sent me a text that another mutual friend is about to lose her father. I don't know the details, except he is in advanced age and hospice is with them now. Friend 1 wrote in her text something like, "I thought you might want to know so you can call her."

I replied, "Is she still with the same husband?"

Friend replied, "Yes. Poor thing. He's so jealous."

Poor thing? Come on. "Poor thing." I've met the husband twice. Well, almost met him twice. One time I saw him was a concert at a casino. She was talking to me and he turned around and saw her and started yelling at her from easily 75 feet away. Then stormed up to her and she introduced me, I held out my hand and he looked at me and dragged her away. The second time was at her mother's funeral where he wore some bizarre hat and was so drunk he stumbled across the cemetery.

Poor thing my butt. She always liked the drama and the drama boyfriends. Seems like she found her gold mine.

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